Dawn Chorus

When summer returns to its warm green fields The sun fading, pastel in the breeze The swallow swooping, migrating home The dawning days morning with a sigh Opening windows with a wounding cry The rainbow's lost its dreams of gold And everything slows When summer returns to its warm green fields The sun fading, pastel in the breeze The swallow swooping, migrating home And everything slows The closing vacuum draws you in Strange visions, balloons on white stallions A wall of sound with flutes and strings Rising on a wave of voices Surrounded by your humble faith Morning's there to wake us In time, rain and sky The world is breathing, living, but turning in its rage When summer returns to its warm green fields Everything slows The sun fading, pastel in the breeze Everything slows The swallow swooping, migrating home Everything slows The swallow swooping, migrating home